This Be The Curse

 

This Be The Curse

It fucks you up your ego does

It does not mean to but it do

It fills you with the faults you cuss

And a random extra few

But it was fucked up in its way

By angry goateed pianists

Who half had left the worldly fray

And half had eyes for organists

Our egos hand on miseries

They deepen like a dirge

Wear earplugs for your soliloquies

Or leave before the urge

 

(22.11.2025)